What do you call a throat infection, a kid with gastro, two doctor’s appointments, a few project deadlines, a couple of client meetings and a son’s birthday thrown in for good measure? … My. Monster. Week.
Need I say it, time with paint was at a premium over the last seven days. Yep, a month into this blog and I’m already dishing out excuses.
But there are benefits to having things go pear-shaped every now and then. This week I found myself letting go of some perfectionism. Compare the birthday cake I made for my son’s 7th birthday:
…To the one I made for him today:
With my newfound appreciation of all things ordinary, I simply iced these babies, handed the birthday boy some lollies and let him get on with it. We had some fun, he had a sugar rush, and I discovered that should I ever be short of confetti at a wedding, mini m&ms are an ideal substitute.
So what does any of this have to do with my painting journey?
Well, this week I learned how to warp time.
Despite hours of every day being re-allocated to unexpected or pressing deadlines (none more so than my son’s stomach) I was determined to still do something with paint.
Instead of taking the route of procrastination, I went with the ‘Something is Better than Nothing‘ principle and just did what I could with no huge hopes or expectations.
It turns out that painting when time is short allowed me to just loosen up. I worked out my composition, grabbed my chunkiest brushes and began blocking in my background:
Note that I did my background first this time round? Now I can’t stress about it half way through. And note that for once it’s not green? (I’ve gone toad over frog this time.)
The following evening I blocked in the major light and darks within the pot plant, and used up the remnants of my white paint and background browns to make a start on the enamel cups we use to hold our toothbrushes.
All this while baking birthday cakes. I’m telling you people: I can warp time.
I was really enjoying myself. No fiddly line work, just slapping paint on the canvas. It was the painting equivalent of letting my son decorate his cake.
And then, at 10:35pm, I remembered that I still hadn’t wrapped my boy’s birthday gifts for the following day, let alone hung decorations, and I was all out of time-warp powers.
Did I mention there were a few late nights in My Monster Week?